Filling the void in my bed with different women
Tryna drown out memories of prior commitments
Even told a chick I would comfort her just cover the distance
Now the bedsheets tell different stories since you were in it
Wondering if you regretting the time that we wasted
Maybe if we had a better basis could have a conversation
Cuz there's empty spots in the pictures we painted
So now your friends hate me and family hate you
But f*ck all that I hate the fact I gotta put my hands on you to get in touch with you
And I hate the fact you gotta put ya hands
On me to tell me you done with something
Just like the first one this letters for closure
Cuz I still got feelings for you that I can't get over
But at same time that's not something to trip over
Especially with memories of picking up both our broken pieces
So you ain't got nothing trip over
Even though you always find the littlest thing to trip over
And I pray you finally get some closure
With ya sister and ya mother and ya brother
You 20 now and I pray you get 20 more summers
Maybe even find a better lover
Cuz I moving soon with hopes to recover
Jailene you was piece to complete me
And you was right about the heart thing
Niggas found out they got a heart disease and possibly epilepsy
And that ain't me looking for sympathy
Just admitting I should've checked it out before
And I'm sorry for everything and I mean that sincerely
Cuz my reaction was to your reaction to my reaction to your reaction
Shit don't make since when you look back at it
Especially when things could get summed up with apologies
Got people telling me to leave it be
But the doctor said get rid of everything that's been stressing me
Maybe someone will play you this one of these days
But I won't get my hopes up